Ryan awakens the following day, his cock feeling like it is melting. He rubs his eyes while glancing downward. There is a large lump hidden underneath the covers of the bed. Last night, everything that happened last night came back to him—having sex with Nikki and then Heather joining in.
It all seemed like a dream to Ryan. He throws off the covers to reveal Heather. He is lying down and perfectly positioned between his legs. Her pale nude form is glowing in the morning sun. Heather runs her tongue up and down Ryan's shaft and all the while staring up at him with a bright smile.
"Rise and shine, Ryan."
Heather pauses the blowjob to speak. Her hands get busy wanking him off. Heather then giggles, a beautiful sound to Ryan.
"Well, at least one part of you has risen", she comments, with a flick of the tongue over the cock's head.
"Very funny," Ryan says with a smile.
He perks himself to sit up in the bed. Ryan not wanting to miss the spectacular view. Heather loves seeing her small white hands trying to encircle around the giant black cock. The comparisons of colour always make her hot. Heather winks as she opens her jaw wide. Going back to blowing Ryan, but this time deep throating him. Heather coughs as spit saturates his cocks and runs down to his balls. He groans but wants to return the favour.
"Bring that white pussy up here, babe. I want a taste."
Heather moans and does so. Not taking her mouth off his cock, even for a second. She shuffles her body around until Ryan looks up to see a pink glistening delicious pussy dripping overhead. He attacks Heather's vagina like a thirsty man drinking water. He is using his thumbs to pry Heather's vagina, lips open. Tyler runs his tongue up and down her pussy and then left to right.
The licking distracts Heather a little at first. She stops blowing Ryan and letting out a big muffled moan, with her mouth full of black cock. Ryan and Heather attack each other's genitals. It becomes a race to see who can get the other off first. Ryan groans as the deep-throating become too much as he starts to orgasm. Before Ryan cums he tries one last trick to get Heather to climax.
Inserting his index finger into her asshole. Heather groans as she begins to cum as well. Ryan's sperm shoots down her throat as Heather swallows load after a load of sperm into her stomach. Ryan drinks as much pussy juice as he can as Heather sprays his face from her climax. Heather rolls off Ryan as the two catch their breaths. They both look up at the ceiling while breathing deeply. Ryan and Heather are taking their time to enjoy the cum in their mouths from their significant other.
Ryan moves around the bed till he's crawling up Heather's body. She can feel his heavy breathing on her skin, making her get goosebumps. Ryan starts laying kisses on Heather's body. From her thighs, up to her stomach and finally to Heather's giant tits. Ryan jiggles her breasts, feeling the weight of them. Heather giggles at the tit play from him. She found his fixation on them cute.
Ryan opens his jaw as wide as he can. Fitting as much as Heather's left tit, in his mouth as he can. She moans from the hard sucking Ryan is doing. He knows how sensitive Heather's tits are. She can climax alone from her breasts. Ryan slides his hand down to finger Heather's wet. He plunges two thick fingers while using his thumb to rub her clit.
"Baby, wait! Too (moan) sensitive."
Heather begs for her pussy to be given a break. But Ryan ignores her pleas for mercy. He continues to finger Heather's hot pussy and clit while sucking hard on her tits. Heather squeals as she shakes as another orgasm hits her. Ryan waits till Heather comes back to life after her climax. She opens her eyes with a dreamy, happy smile.
He takes his fingers, now coated in juices, out of Heather's vagina. Ryan was about to suck his fingers clean, but Heather stops him by grabbing his wrist. Heather sucks each of his fingers clean of her pussy juices slowly and deliberately. All the while making eye contact with Ryan. Ryan's cock throbbed in response to Heather's debauchery. She giggles at his new erection.
"Save that for the surprise," Heather says.
"What surprise?"
The only answer Ryan gets is a smirk from Heather. The couple eventually gets out of bed. Heather guides Ryan downstairs for the surprise. She keeps her hand locked around his erection. Heather keeps Ryan hard with deliberate slow hand strokes. Ryan, in the meantime, feels Heather's pale buttcheeks. Heather giggles as he kisses her neck. When they reach the kitchen, Ryan hoists Heather up. He puts her on the kitchen counter and is about to fuck Heather right there in the kitchen. She stops him with a raised foot pressed softly on his chest.
"Nah ah", Heather touts at him with a shake of her head. That smirk never leaves her beautiful face for a second.
Ryan snorts like a wild bull about to charge. Heather uses her raised foot to point over his shoulder. Ryan glances back to see a mysterious open door. He never saw this door before when touring the house. It leads to another staircase going down to another room.
"What the hell is down there? Some sort of torture room?" Ryan asks.
Heather laughs at his question. She gets up from the kitchen counter and guides Ryan to the door by tugging his hand.
"Come on. You'll see.
"Man, if this were a horror movie, I'd be a goner", Ryan comments with a sigh.
The staircase is poorly lit, with a light above that keeps flickering. When the couple arrives at the bottom of the stairs, Ryan's eyes widen in disbelief at the scene before him. No wonder Heather was laughing before. It is a sex dungeon. Every item related to bondage is hanging on all the walls. From a wide variety of handcuffs. Various gags and blindfolds. Whips and riding crops. An assortment of leather masks. To so many different dildos, ranging from colour and size.
"Wow, your family were a couple of sexual freaks," Ryan says.
Many of the sex furniture is made of wood and primarily covered in cobwebs. Sadly age has not been kind to the furniture with discolouration from mould. The sight that has Ryan attention the most is one being used. Nikki is in a wooden stockade. She is bent over with her head and hands locked in the wooden holes.
Her ankles in metal bracelets that are also attached to the stockade. It seems the stockade is the only one in acceptable condition than the rest. Her head facing the other direction, giving Ryan a good view of her backside. Nikki butt cheeks bright red with handprints. Ryan turns to Heather, the likely culprit. Heather merely shrugs as she smiles at him.
"You've been busy, I see", he comments dryly.
Heather giggles, Nikki turns to the sound of their voices. Ryan sees that Nikki is wearing a black spandex open mouth hood that is blinding her.
"Heather?! Ryan?! Get this off me! It smells bad," Nikki cries out.
Ryan looks to Heather and nods at Nikki. Heather sighs dramatically but compels. She walks around the stockade, and Heather unstraps the mask off Nikki. Nikki's face is matted with sweat from the mask.
